Prompt: “I platonically want to have sex with you—no big deal.”
“Hey, could you run these up to Barry for me?” Joe, your partner of 5 months asked. You were a transferred detective from Keystone who came to Central City looking for adventure. Boy, did you get one. After accidentally walking in on Barry using his powers you found out he was not only super attractive but also a superhero. You may have a crush on him.
“Yeah, sure.” You take the files and run up the stairs to his lab. You knock on the door frame which draws his attention to you. When he sees you his face lights up as you start to saunter over to him. You hand him the file and he thanks you. You sit on his desk with your feet swinging down. “How’d your date with that one chick go?”
“Fine, I guess.” You squint your eyes skeptically.
“Okay so you called a date fine, then added I guess, indicating it was not fine.” He sighs.
“I just— I mean not to be conceited, I just feel like all she wanted me for was my looks.”
“Ooh. What’d she say to indicate this?”
“Just— she um, she kept on making references to, uh, doing the deed?” You started laughing. You couldn’t help it. Barry Allen was the only man to ever pass up a purely platonic sexual relationship. “What’s so funny?”
“She wanted to bang you dude, you gave that up because she liked the way you looked?”
“Well— when you put it like that.” He huffed and slumped in his chair. “I just wanted something more with her than just… Sex. But clearly that’s all she wanted.”
“You know, you are the only man I have met to pass up sex. I mean there have to be hundreds of girls who want to fuck you cuz your hot and you pass it up because you want a relationship. I just find that hard to believe.” You shrug your shoulders and hop off the desk, fully prepared to go back to work.
“(Y/n).” You turn around as acknowledgment. “Did you just call me hot?” He’s smirking as he says it.
“Mhm. Hell, I’d bang you.” He looked surprised.
“I platonically want to have sex with you—no big deal.” Then you turned and walked out leaving him confused on what your friendship really was.
Five days later, you haven’t talked to Barry. You and Joe got swamped with CCPD work, and Barry with Flash work. Things started to slow down so Joe invited you to dinner with Iris and Barry to thank you for the hard work. Of course you said yes.
You weren’t really worried about seeing Barry after your confession. He could ignore it completely, or he could pick up the subtle-not so subtle- offer.
You walked up the sidewalk to Joe and Barry’s house and rang the doorbell. When the door opened you were greeted by the West daughter, who had seen you less than Barry had.
When you walked in you noticed Barry on the couch chewing nervously on his lip.
“Hey, Iris.” You whispered to the brunette. “What’s up with Sonic?”
“He’s been super nervous ever since this morning. I dunno why though. He won’t budge when I ask.” She shrugs her shoulders and walks to the kitchen to help her dad. You decide to follow.
Later, after Barry sets up the table you all sit down and start eating. You, Iris, and Joe make polite conversation, while Barry stays quite and picks at his food.
“Hey Barr. What’s up with you? Why are you so quiet?” Iris asks.
“Huh? N-nothing’s up, I mean it’s not like anything happened— pfft what happened? Nothing.” He’s looking around frantically while talking and then when done he stuffs his face. Iris huffs with annoyance and Joe is on the break of laughing.
“Barry. Why are you acting weird?” Joe asks smiling and chuckling.
“What–I always act weird.”
“Weirder than usual.” You say trying to help. He looks at you and opens his mouth and closes it quickly then goes back to eating his food fast so he didn’t have to talk. “Okay, weirdo. So, Iris, how’s work?”
Later on in the dinner, you suddenly feel a hand on your inner thigh. You look at the source of the hand, whom was Barry, quietly eating his food. Acting like he’s not touching dangerously close to your lady parts. You put your hand over his and start to move it a little bit closer but stop when it’s just before your hip. You see him smirk out of the corner of your eye.
“Hey Joe, where’s your restroom?” You ask Joe close to the end of the night.
“Upstairs, second door to the right.” You mumble a thank you and stand to go to the restroom.
Once out of the bathroom, you see Barry resting against the opposite wall, resting. You smile then smirk.
“I think you and I both know, that I know the reason you’re acting weird.” He chuckles lightly then pushes himself off the wall, slowly walking over to you looking at you like you’re his prey.
“Oh really? Maybe because you confessed you thought I was hot. Maybe because you said you want to have sex with me. Maybe because ever since I’ve been having dreams about you and me… together. Maybe because all I can think about is you.” He’s now so close to you he’s trapped you between him and the wall. He tilts his head to hover over your lips and then grabs your hips and pulls you close. You put your hands on his arms and close your eyes, waiting. When still nothing happens you nudge his nose with yours. “Or… Maybe it’s something entirely different.” He walks away, leaving you breathless.
Later you take all the dishes into the kitchen alone. You start to wash when you hear footsteps.
“You wash, I dry?” Barry asks you innocently.
“No. I’m mad at you.” He smirks smugly and dries the dishes you hand him.
“And whys that?”
“You know exactly why.” He puts down the dishes then looks at you. You’ve already dropped everything and you’re looking at him.
“Don’t start.” You grab a fistful of his shirt and forcefully kiss him. He returns with exactly the same force. You only break away when you hear a loud crash In the doorway.
“WHY ARE ALL MY CHILDREN TRYING TO GET WITH MY PARTNERS?! FIRST WITH IRIS AND EDDIE, THEN YOU AND PATTY, NOW YOU AND (Y/N)! STOP.”
The first day’s always the worst, you try and tell yourself as you walk into the Black Prince, pulling your pencil skirt down. It’ll get better, just gotta give it a few days.
Walking inside the pub, you’re almost immediately met with the overwhelming scent of liquor. Being it’s a Monday night, there are not many people in the pub, which is a plus for you. Your first day at your new job kinda made you want to curl up in a ball for a couple days.
You can feel the gaze of a couple of the men in the booths and elect to ignore them because all you really want right now is a cold beer and some time to clear your head. Besides, they’re all on the older side and you don’t roll that way. (Unless it’s a celebrity; then that’s a different story!)
You slide onto a bar stool and the bartender greets you warmly, informing you it’s not every day a woman frequents his pub, in which you laugh and tell him that it’s the only one near your new flat. He in return slides you a glass full of beer, in which he insists is on the house. (For first-timers, he said.)
Eggsy, on the other hand, has had a shitty day as well, but of course, for a completely different reason, which of course involves his god-awful stepfather. So he called his mates out for a drink, and that’s how he found himself there tonight.
Of course, he had noticed you right away when he walked in because when has a chick as hot as you been inside this dirty, old pub? And it became even more apparent when his mate kicked him on the shin from under the table.
“The fuck was that for?” Eggsy says in pain, as his friend laughs. “You’re a fuckin’ prick!”
“'cause I’m pretty sure you haven’t been listening to to me this entire time,” Ryan laughs, taking a sip of his drink. “You’ve been checkin’ out that fine chick over at the bar.”
Eggsy rolls his eyes, lips tugging into a smirk as he brings his glass to his lips and says,
“More like imaginin’ what her clothes would look like on my floor.”
“Oh, what, you plannin’ on banging her right next to your mom n’ Dean?” Jamal teases, causing Eggsy to chuckle.
“Tell you what,” Ryan says mischievously. “Twenty quid says you can’t even get her number.” He pulls out the cash as he says that, placing in the middle of the table.
Eggsy laughs and stands and pockets the money, and says,
“Watch and learn, boys.”
They chuckle as Eggsy shoves his hands in his pockets and makes his way over to you, sliding into the vacant stool next to you. You spare him a look out of the corner of your eye and look forward as he starts ordering a drink for himself.
Eggsy turns to look at you for a second, before smiling and saying to the bartender,
“And fill the lady’s drink while you’re at it, mate!”
At that, you turn to look at him directly now, as he uses the money from his friend to pay for your refill. You smile as he looks at you finally, and all you can think of is how goddamn attractive he is.
“I’m a big girl, you know,” You say with a laugh, pushing your half empty glass towards the bartender. “I can pay for a refill.”
“But I don’t see you denying it love,” Eggsy laughs, causing you to turn a little pink. “My name is Eggsy, and you are?”
You chuckle as you give him your name, and he offers his hand for you to shake. As the bartender gives you both your drinks, he says,
“So what brings a girl like you here on a Monday night?”
“First day at my new job. I think it’s safe to say I already hate it.” You answer, rubbing mindlessly at the lipstick on the rim of your glass. “And what brings a guy like you here on a Monday night?”
“Sounds like shit already, if you don’t mind me sayin’,” He laughs. “As for me? You know, just the standard, daddy issues n’ shit like that.”
You both can’t help but chuckle at that. During the next half and hour that you guys chat, you don’t deny the various refills he pays for and you certainly don’t mind the way he not-so-subtly gets touchy-feely with you. You’re well aware of his friends that he came in with, and you’re almost certain they’re getting fed-up with Eggsy not returning to their table.
“Well Eggsy, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got work in the morning,” You announce, pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder. “And I’m sure your mates are desperately missing you.” You add, acknowledging his friends.
“Those blokes? Nah, they aren’t,” Eggsy replies, standing with you. He then moves closer to you, not to where he’s invading your personal space, but enough to make your breath catch in your throat slightly. Eggsy removes his hand from his pocket and then traces his hand over the bare skin of your arm. “But you? Oh, I’ll be missin’ you, love.”
You swallow hard at the feel of his fingertips grazing your arm, and how he’s looking at you like he could just eat you up. It’s safe to say that you’ve both indicated the mutual attraction towards each other subtly and that neither one of you is opposed to making the night last a little longer. So that’s why you give him an almost sultry smile and say,
“How about you come ‘round to my place?”
At that, Eggsy smirks and loops his arm with yours, and says,
Ok so this is pointless fluff I guess XD It’s a little short
as well because I didn’t know where to go with it. Anyway… this week’s info
session is on the Toronto Maple Leafs so send me information! Enjoy this guys!
Anon Request: Hey i would love if you did one with Andre
where he has broken some ribs in a game and he has trouble sleeping cause he
can’t find a good position where they don’t hurt. And the when he lays somehow
on top of you he finds a really good spot ?
going to kill him if he didn’t stop moving soon.
All images are from Google Search, credit goes to their owners.
2004, Los Angeles, CA
You walk into the kitchen and over to the sink, plugging it
before pouring in some soap and turning on the faucet. You notice Jensen’s plate sitting about eight
inches to the right of the sink and you sigh.
“Seriously, Jay?” you call to him.
“What, babe?” he asks, coming up behind you and resting his
hands on your hips.
“You couldn’t have gone another eight inches to the left?”
you ask, gesturing to the plate.
“Hmm, eight inches.
Is that all you need?” he whispers at the shell of your ear.
Electric currents race down your spine, settling at the base
with a tingle.
“I’ve got more than eight, right here.” He brushes your hair to the side, kissing
your exposed neck as he grinds against your ass. You arch into him and his hands slide up from
your hips, caressing your breasts as you reach back, clasping your hand
around his neck. “How ‘bout
I say thank you for washing the dishes?”
He nibbles the side of your throat.
Notes: smut, fluff, itty bitty little bit of heartache
(what Bucky does in this little story is probably physically impossible, but the hell with it)
You have your needs and you’re not shy about them. Bucky knew that when he jumped at the opportunity to move in to your apartment, and now suffers the consequence of having fallen in love with his insatiable roommate, with a seemingly endless black book.